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[Her hand is easily met with his own, once he saw her reach for him, he offered his for her to take. Once he feels her touch, it sends a jolt of warmth through him, that tingle of comfort that only her touch seems to give. That throb of affection pulsing through him, giving him Pidgy bumps in its wake.]

Yeah, think we talked about it enough.

[Using that hold, he gently tugs her towards him, shifting himself so that she can more easily cuddle up to him.]

But, uh...this has given me some shit to think about, yo.

So your head can hurt, too. [she smirks for a moment before scooting over, lifting his arm up and over her shoulders to secure her spot against him. she sighs, letting her head rest on his shoulder. it's such a comfort to be able to set aside serious talk for a while to just enjoy being present and together, knowing no affection was lost. rather, having an inkling that they've only secured their bond a bit tighter somehow...yes, that's comforting, too.

she kind of wishes it wasn't that warm in here, but she'd rather be overly warm with him than without.]

About the only way to make it hurt, huh?

[He shoots back with his own little smirk. As she settles against him, his arm being put around her, his body relaxes as it usually does in her presence. He's not kidding, though. He's got a lot to think about, a lot to consider and reconsider...

It's hard, so hard when he's lived such a way for so long, believed as he has for just as long. But he strangely feels more secure with her, that even with their different thoughts on the matter presented, she still chooses to cuddle up to him. Chooses to stay with him. Even if he can't give her what she wants, she hasn't pushed him away.

And even if he thinks she will one day, that he'll use up his chances and fail her one time too many, right here and now he feels safe and secure. Loved—no less than before, and perhaps more...

His thoughts are disrupted when he feels a little bit of sweat from her as his arm rests on her, and he realizes the heater has been on blast this whole time.]

Yo, Golisopod! [A grunt.] Turn the heater off, yeah?

[Golisopod reaches over and just...smashes the thing with his big bug paw, much to Guzma's surprise and annoyance. HE KNOWS THE ASSHOLE KNOWS HOW TO UNPLUG IT!!]

Yo, what the fuck dude! Don't wreck shit just 'cos you're feelin' lazy!

[the sheer nonchalance with which Golisopod cracks that heater makes Lucina jump a little, and she quickly stifles the gasp and laugh that escapes her. once she's got that wrangled, she reaches out, wiggling her fingers.]

Oh! You're just using a patented Guzma-way of operating things, aren't you? Come here...! [she wants to scritch!!]

[She's not wrong, and maybe that's why Guzma scoffs, but it's pretty obvious he's not too bothered by the remark. At Lucina's beckoning, Golisopod finally gets up. Happy to do so for her, especially with her wiggling fingers. Lumbering over the little stretch that's between them, he plops down on his butt right in front of the two, which places his face to their level. His cross-shaped eyes are locked on Lucina as he gives her an open mouth smile.

He's not even remotely cranky—at least not with Lucina. He's a little cranky with Guzma, but that's not important right now. He wants those good, good scritches!!!]

[she stifles a giggle by biting her lip, commencing the scritches and delighting in how happy it makes him.]

Look how dazzling your shell is! Guzma's made you look like a freshly-waxed blade.

Gooool!

[It's almost purred out as he leans into the attention, his eyes closing, but his mouth opening wider with joy. Guzma's watching, a small smile pulling at the corner of his mouth.]

I oughta show ya how to do it sometime. I'm sure this big ol' lug would love to be fawned over like that by you.

I mean, who wouldn't, huh?

[she laughs a little at that, more at ease by the approval gotten from both fellows, charmed to bits by Golisopod's happiness.]

Oh, I...I don't know. It seems a special kind of indulgence just for him, right? Buffing armor while you're wearing it would be weird.

[somehow, even without a heater moving air, things can just...woosh over Lucina's head.]

Wh—

[He stares at Lucina for a moment, because what she says makes so little sense to what he was talking about that his brain basically halts in its tracks. Golisopod doesn't give a shit about the conversation, though, considering he's getting them good rubs!]

...I wasn't...talkin' about me wearin' armor. If you're gonna be buffin' anything on me, it wouldn't be armor.

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[she tilts her head so she can squint up at him.

a beat, still scritching.

then:] Is that...another innuendo?

[He doesn't say anything. Instead he just meets her gaze with his own and lets a grin spread across his face.

Take a guess, Lucina. Go on.]

[a beat.

her face reddens as she tries to affix a flat look, scoffing and lifting her hand away from Golisopod to poke Guzma under the chin and turn his head away.]

Honestly...!

[keyword: tries. her mouth is twitching at one corner, threatening to break her expression.]

[She does indeed try. But it's not his chin she catches—in fact she doesn't catch anything at all! Because Guzma tilts his head down just enough and catches her finger into his mouth, playfully clamping his teeth down on it. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to hold it there.

She should know better than to put her hand in a wild animal's face, ok!!]

Eep-!

[the rare Lucina-squeak as his gentle chomp surprises her. glowing red, she wriggles her hand to try and pull it free, a self-conscious laugh leaving her despite herself.]

C-come now! What'll I do as a swordswoman with no fingers?

Mmhmmhm!

[That's hummed with the same inflection that "I don't know" has. But he doesn't seem keen to let go, he even wiggles his tongue against her finger tip to mess with her even more.

Lucina, this is the man you want to marry.]

[at no point did anyone claim she was smart, okay, so this tracks.]

Hey!! [ew!

the real crime here is having to disengage Golisopod scritches so she can shift, leaning back into the crook of Guzma's arm, so she can properly address this tomfoolery. she gives his nose a pinch.]

You let go now!

[That earns her a disappointed whine from Golisopod, who is now staring at the two with what can only be described as a pout. But hey, the nose pinch works, and Guzma releases her finger with a chuckle.]

That's what ya get for tryin' to poke my face, yo!

[Guzma barely gets that out before Golisopod slumps himself forward, effectively placing his head in both of their laps. He wants atteeeentionnnn!!!]

Duly noted! [finger freed, she huffs, smiling, and rests a hand atop Golisopod's head. she hears you!!] I've learned another new thing today: Big, bad Guzma is a biter.

Yeah, he is.

[He chuckles lightly, bringing his hand up to stroke at her hair a little absently while Golisopod rumbles out a pleased sound at her touch.]

But he's down to bitin' more interestin' things than just fingers.

[she makes a thoughtful, drawn-out sound at that while absently scratching at Golisopod's cheek. er, what passes for a cheek. whatever. BUGS!!!!!!! she tilts her head toward his hand -- this is some kind of weird chain of people getting head pats, isn't it.]

I can only imagine. You don't seem to mind bites, yourself.

[It's fine, they can casually talk about this stuff while chain-petting one another. For what it's worth, Golisopod is only paying attention to the attention Lucina's giving him.]

Yeah. What can I say? I like it a li'l rough sometimes.

[yeah, she thinks flatly, and winding up in a neckbrace...

that thought makes her sigh and shake her head slightly, her eyes cast down toward the Pokemon.]

I know. I'll just need to further master my strength before I can really be certain I'm not going to do you lasting harm. You certainly won't say so.

I ain't seein' what the problem is, we got healers.

[That's besides the point, Guzma... Golisopod, however, has closed his eyes once more, and while he's not asleep, he's very visibly relaxed. That shiny shell definitely does a good job of reflecting her and Guzma in its surface.]

I-I don't like the idea of hurting you to the point of having to ask a healer. Or visit a hospital again... [it just invites more people into their relationship in a sense, and the internet's already got enough as far as she's concerned!!]

We ain't gotta tell 'em what happened!

[Besides the point again.]

But s'fine. We can take it slow. [He leans over to place a kiss on the top of her head.]

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